If you are the religious type, say a prayer for those unfortunates
in Mumbai who are still being held hostage as we speak. Apparently Westerners, Particularly Britons and Americans have been targeted in that Indian city, and 86 people so far have died, and I have heard numbers of wounded that were as low as 240 on bloomberg.com and as high as 900 on MSNBC. Three luxury hotels, including the Taj Mahal Hotel, pictured here, were targeted in the attacks. An islamist group named “Deccan Mujahedeen” has claimed responsibility, and are still holed up in at least one hotel according to reports with approximately 100 hostages.
Knowing the threat, Islamic terrorists, I for one am already counting those hostages as dead. And a number of the police who will go in and try to save them will die as well. Eleven Indian police have died already. Minimum 200 dead before all is said and done.
How Many More? How many more before we finally do what we need to do and cut the head off of the Islamist beast and kill Osama Bin Laden? How much longer must we wait before we kill the man who masterminded the Bombing of the Cole and The 9/11 attacks? How many more innocents must die before the guilty die the death that guilty men are meant to die? Our President Georgie Porgie, let this weasel go so we could hunt Georgie’s fathers enemy, Saddam Hussein. At what cost?
I cannot wait for January 20th to come around, for the hunt for Osama Bin Laden will begin in earnest that day. Bush wants no part of him, that much is plain. And as a consequence I want no part of Bush. He is a weak man, President 43, deserving much the same fate as the man he should have hunted down all those years ago.
There are light things Of which I wish to write, but I will step away for a moment to compose myself before I do.
Ya Know, It’s almost Thanksgiving. I can give thanks for the good things in my life. My wife loves me, and I her. We are both in good health. There’s food on the table. Life is good. Sure there is some kind of threat being spoken of for New York City, The Long Island railroad supposedly, but when isn’t there some kind of threat somewhere in New York City? Even with the ugly events in Mumbai unfolding as we speak, I feel safe. I’m not afraid of the big bad terrorists.
They can’t touch me like that anymore. Hate them with the all my strength? Yes. Fear them? Run from the thought of facing some invisible enemy? No. Hell no. This is my home. I will not be moved.
That’s enough of that crap.
Good News! The Stock Market went up again today! almost 250 Points! The Nasdaq went up Almost 5 percent, up 67 points, and the S&P went up 30 points, to end up just short of 900 points! Nices!
Let’s See…what else…. Oh Yeah! The Rangers won again tonight, in a shootout 3-2 over the Tampa Bay Lightning. I feel pretty good about that, too. And with the Bruins loss, that means we are again #1 Overall in the Eastern Conference! Can I get a Let’s Go Rangers!
A Video, a few quotes and I am done.
An Apache Helicopter shooting up a few terrorists. I have seen much stronger and more violent content, but i still must give a warning, this is not for the tame of heart.
That’s about it for me. Later!
Today’s Nuggets, Via Wikiquote: War does not end strife – it sows it. War does not end hatred – it feeds it. For those who argue war is a necessary evil, I say you are half right. War is evil (where strife, there every evil work: Bible, James 3:16). But it is not necessary. War cannot be a necessary evil, because non-violence is a necessary good. The two cannot co-exist. Rep. John Lewis
People used to believe in ‘the soul’ as they believed in grammar and the grammatical subject: people said that ‘I’ was a condition and ‘think’ was a predicate and conditioned — thinking is an activity and a subject must be thought of as its cause. Now, with admirable tenacity and cunning, people are wondering whether they can get out of this net — wondering whether the reverse might be true: that ‘think’ is the condition and ‘I’ is conditioned, in which case ‘I’ would be a synthesis that only gets produced through thought itself. Friedrich Nietzsche